Wattle Orb Brie (Summer)
Whatever happened to summer?
I lost it one day in my purse
Along with those days of my folly and youth
All wasted in verminous verse
I never happened to notice
How quickly each day turned to dusk
The light disappeared, my voluminous beard
Was nest to four geese and a duck
The seasons defy all our longings
They do as they please when they like
You may season your wood or your salad
You may dally with plovers, or shrike
But you'll not put an end to this ballad
J'y ferai - sur ta bicyclette!
Contributors: | TG, Space Cow, P, Roland, fester, Yoxi, Yes Please, Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 13th August 2000. |